I am long overdue for this promised post. On June 16th, I mentioned in my post Where Dirt Meets Light and Love that I was walking into a difficult week. That day seems like a lifetime ago. That Friday was the day my husband left to go on a long journey to a far away place. He was 6 days in the country of Haiti.
What was he doing there? He was part of a team from our church that built 5 houses for 5 separate Hatian families.
It was an interesting time. For me and for him as well, but in a different way of course. I meditated on Psalm 112, especially verses 4-7.
Verse 4a says that…
“When darkness overtakes the godly, light will come bursting in.” (NLT)
As a person who struggles with depression and anxiety, this verse was particularly meaningful to me. Situations of stress and sadness can amplify those issues and so I knew it was important to cling to positivity. And hope.
“They do not fear bad news; they confidently trust the LORD to care for them.” (verse 7, NLT)
So yes, the days were long and the evenings difficult. But my sleep was sound.
Nothing compares to the ache of missing the one you love. But such joy in being reunited. Such peace and sweet relief.
I wanted to share some pics of a few things that my husband brought home from Haiti.
The vanilla I have not tried yet but it smells amazing. Some of it leaked into the gallon ziplock during travel. The label says it is a vanilla concentrate. I’ve been running low on vanilla so I will have to add some to a recipe soon.
Ingredients: Vinaigre, Choux, Piment, Poivron Rouge, Carote, Sel, Echalote
I thought this was Creole but google translator translated it better when I selected “French” as the language although some of the words were spelled a bit differently.
Therefore: Vinegar, Cabbages, Pepper, Red Pepper, Carrot, Salt, Shallot are the ingredients.
The best way that I can describe the Pikliz is “a spicy coleslaw without the creamy sauce”. I haven’t been adventurous enough to try it yet but my husband did and said it was super-spicy (even for him). He said they had it on everything during super in Haiti. But the stuff they had there was milder in flavor.
When my husband gave me this rock he said, “Here, this is the most precious thing that I can give you from Haiti”. And yes it is special. But its not the most precious thing that he brought back from Haiti.
The most precious thing was not a thing. It was himself.
Note: First picture is of Melbourne, Australia. Source: Pixabay.